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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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Splinter I sat staring, still, the sting of want waiting for him to smile through crossed arms and tattoos that tore the skin. Even as they sang happy birthday he refused to play pretend through childhood eyes vilifying the lies with the truth that I was a mistake. But, the cake stood tall as the glee of cousins and classmates permeated the walls covering the blood stains and sorrow screams from the times he slammed my mother and I into the edge of insanity. She grinned at me as the gold from her ring reflected the sacrifice of a woman and how a child would become their hate of putting things on hold and settling for less. The children yelled, "Surprise!" and laughed my innocence as I blew out hope's flame wishing for the prince who would save me from this. The icing strutted sepia smooth as little fingers snuck a sample still giggling after he called me stupid slapping my face with the TV guide; Though the lick of lips verified how chocolate never taste so good. I wasn't humiliated all sense of dignity I once owned was lost years ago as I clutched the balloon that held it's breath with disappointment ready to burst like piñata poured pain. The way he chomped his gum beneath his Hitler mustache was enough to unnerve me; Scattering Scorpio hairs heiled the monster that watched through black pupils like a tiger ready to pounce it’s prey forewarning in it’s calm of what tortures he may bring. "I love you, Daddy," I said in my attempt for escape but he got his smug satisfaction by deflating my balloon with his cigarette while his hockey teammate spit beer in my face. I don't think I ever cried harder in my life. The camera flash molested the moment capturing the quickly dried tears and newspaper print on cheek force to pose happiness – imposter in white dress, a reminder of how ugly I am. I was allowed to hold the Polaroid waving the mediocre hues back and forth until the image grew brave. My mother boasted like a rooster cocking it's body through the dirt as all the other mothers agreed "such a pretty little girl." Now I know why I hate photographs how the false light steals your soul and marks the permanence of hurt. I am the sacrifice of a woman how a child would become hate of putting things on hold and settling for less reliving the same cycle. If left on it's own, the heart will eventually rid itself of a hurtful splinter or encompass it completely if it lies too deep. I still have that picture. Melissa Long-Monette Intellectually I know that Canada is no better than any other country. Emotionally I KNOW that Canada is the best country in the world! |
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bubblesleave Member
since 2006-03-04
Posts 197Bloomington, IN |
Love these lines: "She grinned at me as the gold from her ring reflected the sacrifice of a woman" Ummmmmmmmm Sharon |
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shirtless Member
since 2006-04-29
Posts 359 |
Your poem is horrifyingly beautiful. |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia |
::shakes head in amazement:: tragic beauty Powerful ! I do hope you move this over to #38 if possible. This is far too great to be lost in the shuffle so soon. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Melissa~ When you dig in ... you really dig in~ This is one fine, fine piece of writing~ As I read it again ... and again, I find something new that touches me~ I'll be back ... there are sooooooooooo many thoughts here that are creatively unique .. creatively YOU~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
One of the saddest splinters I've ever heard, wonderfuly writen. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You've festered something tragically real...  |
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Ella Blue Junior Member
since 2006-05-26
Posts 47 |
This is simply amazing. Stark, sadly predictable for it's humanity, and incredibly courgeous in it's honesty. Stunning pictures, that I wouldn't want running through my mind on a consistent basis. thank you for this...sweet nightmare? |
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